Hieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Finally! Chappie three is here! Party! Party! Party!

Well, I don't have much to say. Yay, honesty! Oh, wait. I'm sorry this took longer than I planned. I'm sure you're dying to read the next chapter by now. I didn't mean for it to take this long to type it and post. I've been very busy lately. Yay! More honesty! And now for the random phrase of the chapter. Gobbldigook!

Disclaimer: For some reason, I feel the need to say this. I DO NOT OWN HEY ARNOLD. Wouldn't it be sweet if I did though?

Anyway, here's chappie three! Enjoy!

Helga,

Meet me at my house at seven today. I need to talk to you. It's important. Please come alone.

Signed,

Arnold

When he finished writing, he looked over what he wrote. It seemed pretty good, good and vague. That's how he wanted it. He wanted her to be honest when he asked her the burning question. That meant to not give away the topic until after they are alone in his room. He folded it up and stowed it in his desk.

When he refocused on the teacher, Mr. Simmons had been going on about 'the wonderful world of multiplication tables'. Arnold followed along as he took notes.

Then he noticed something. Helga didn't throw a single spitball at him since lunch. That struck him as odd. Then he figured it be best if he doesn't say anything until she comes over.

After class was dismissed for recess and everyone was out of the room, Arnold snuck back in and took the folded note out. Then, he took his pencil and wrote 'to Helga' on it. He walked over to Helga's desk, carefully opened it up, and set the note inside where she would see it. Then he closed her desk back up and and joined the others outside. As Arnold joined up with Gerald on the blacktop, he asked, "Hey Arnold! Where have you been?" "I had to take care of something." Arnold replied with a wink. Sid and Stinky were dumbfounded by his wink, but Gerald comepletely understood what he meant and said, "Come on! Let's play!"

As Arnold and his friends played four-square, Helga and Phoebe were sitting on the metal jungle gym, talking as they observed the rest of the kids play.

"You're making great progress, Helga." Phoebe said as she looked at her clipboard in her hands. "Not a single spitball since lunch. And your verbal insults averege has dropped dramatically. You didn't even need me to nudge you. I'm impressed!"

Phoebe reviewed her clipboard of notes in silence.

"That's great news, Phoebs! So, how long is this gonna take?"

Phoebe looked back up at Helga. "The average time it takes for me to heal that kind of behavior is about two to three months."

Helga slumped a little at hearing that. "What about me?" She asked all freaked out and nervous.

"Well, Helga. If your progress keeps up like this, I'd say it'll take," Phoebe looked back to her clipboard and traced her finger lightly against the line of the graph. "about two to three weeks!"

Helga then perked right up. "Yes!" She exclaimed in rejoice. "This is great! Do you know what this means, Phoebe?"

"Uh," Phoebe didn't know what to say, nor did she feel comfortable saying anything. Helga was holding onto her shoulders now.

"Once I'm cured, I won't be labeled as a bully anymore!"

Helga then pulled Phoebe in closer, tightening her grip on her shoulders, their faces mere inches away.

"And best part is, Arnold won't be afraid of me anymore!"

Helga started to shake Phoebe senseless, causing her glasses to lose balance off of her nose and tip crookedly. She then pushed her away as she continued on.

"And soon, we'll become friends, maybe even more!" She turned to Phoebe.

"Don't you see, Phoebe? This plan might be the thing that finally brings me and Arnold together!" Helga then spread her arms out wide, palms facing to the sky.

"Helga," Phoebe peeped.

"What? What is it Phoebe? What? I'm talking here!" Helga replied with edge.

"Actually Helga, if you want the bully label completely off of you, you'll need to be nice to everyone, not just Arnold. Otherwise, suspicion will increase, and your secret might be revealed sooner than you expect. Maybe not by direct announcement, but the sudden change in behavior around him alone will imply the idea and they will eventually come to that conclusion."

Helga paused in thought. She never thought about that. What if they do find out my deepest, darkest secret? They'll laugh at me! I'll never be able to show my face again! That was the whole reason I'm keeping the secret in the first place, right?

"Oh. Well, I'll have to work on that, too. After all, we don't want history repeating itself, right Phoebs?" Helga said eventually with a smirk.

Phoebe nodded once. "And I'll give you a nudge in the right direction when you need it."

Helga sat on the cold, metal bar and placed her arm snuggly around her friend. "Phoebe, with you by my side, there's nothing we can't do!"

The bell rang, ending recess.

As they were waiting for Mr. Simmons to enter the room, Gerald was a bit curious about something. "Hey Arnold! Did you get that thing taken care of?"

Arnold looked over to Gerald and said, "Folded, labeled, and put away, Gerald."

Arnold and Gerald put their fists together and wiggled their thumbs, then pulled away and faced front when they spotted Mr. Simmons walking into the classroom.

"Now, class. Let's start today's Social Studies lesson. Please open your books to chapter six."

Everyone got out their textbooks as Mr. Simmons continued on with the remainder of the school day.

...

When the final bell of the day rang, the class grabbed their stuff out of their desks and ran for the door.

When Helga went to grab the stuff from her desk, inside she saw a piece of folded up paper placed on her stack of notepaper. She curiously picked up the note.

"'To Helga'. I wonder who it's from."

She carefully starts unfolding the note when she hears Phoebe call to her from outside.

"Helga! Are you coming?" She shouted.

"In a minute! Hold the bus for me Phoebs!"

Helga then folded the note back up and slides it into her shirt collar against her locket.

"Holding!" Phoebe called back.

Helga quickly grabbed all of her books and shoved them into her messenger bag. Then she paced to her locker, grabbed her jacket, and slammed it shut as she raced out the door.

As soon as she spotted her friend storming her way toward the bus, Phoebe turned her head and said, "Open the door! Here she comes!"

As Helga arrived at the bus, the doors swung open.

"Thanks Phoebs." She said out of breath.

"No problem Helga." Phoebe replied.

They both sat down in their usual seats as the bus driver closed the doors and pulled away from the school.

After they got situated in their seats, Helga pulled the note out from her collar.

"What's that?" Phoebe asked.

"It's a note." she replied, "Someone left it for me in my desk."

"Who's it from?" Phoebe asked with more curiosity.

Helga turned it over, inspecting it. "It doesn't say."

Helga carefully unfoded the note.

"What does it say?" Phoebe asked.

Criminy! What's up with the twenty questions? Helga thought.

Helga read the note just loud enough for Phoebe and herself to hear.

"'Helga, Meet me at my house at seven today. I need to talk to you. It's important. Please come alone."

She looked below to read the signature.

"It's from Arnold! He wants me to meet him at his house!" Helga said, eyes wide.

"You should go." Phoebe advised. "I'll come with you, so you don't mess things up."

"But Phoebe," Helga pointed at the note. "It says to come alone. If I bring you with me, he'll just leave you outside in the cold. Besides, I think I shoud handle this one on my own."

"Helga, are you sure?" Phoebe asked with concern as she turned to Helga.

Helga places a hand on Phoebe's shoulder and looked at her straight in the eyes. "Positive."

Oooooh, what's gonna happen next? You'll have to wait to find out! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Tee, hee!

Now, we both know what's coming, but I have to say it.

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